How do you do it?  I barrel down into my center and listen with my inner ear and hear what my heart says.  It is within that I have my world.  This is what and where I am at home.  And this is not something that can be taught.  It is how the twig is bent.  And what world we appear in is where we do our work.

Then the Teacher asks. . . You say you listen to your heart.  How does a heart speak?

There is a murmur within that tells you things and it is with the heart that one moves.  I can see where the child who is maimed right from the beginning and embarrassed because of his openness can dismiss this avenue and close it up.

And the world suffers and evolution is held up and we have one who is in trouble.  It is always the children with me.  I would protect them.  The sophisticates I would tongue lash and say grow up.  Stop using childish tactics to be cute.

When you have an old face and childish mannerisms, you are not cute.  Cute is for under 5 years.

The Teacher continues. . .we can only send out what we bring in.  And long after you are gone there will be those who will wonder about this grandmother who sat before her two monitors and wrote her heart out and left memos floating about.

Who comes to the conclusion that mistakes will continue to be made and thinks the temptations will keep the inner motor humming and the ones who did not allow their heads to be closed up will jump start another phase of evolution and we will see growth again.

And I say, . . . there comes a time for intervention.  We begin again.  And with the each will come the difference.  And ancient anguish will be shrugged and the inner motor will hum.

Salvation or evolution?  Why not both?  One and the same.  It is only a long drink of water that will satiate the Earth’s thirst.  My mentor, the Nazarene said, you give me a drink of water and the world’s thirst will be quenched.  Don’t you remember?

(and then it was a poem . . . )